Caravan Calling - Day 2

The day of the big rugby match - All Blacks versus Lions. John, Richard and I were off at 7 am in search of a pub that was screening the game live. And we found one soon enough to occupy our chairs. I must admit that I was glued to the screen and could sense the disappointment amongst audience on Lions performance.
We were back in the caravan and by now our stomachs had started grumbling. It was time for a quick breakfast and this humble chef offered to make "tasty omelettes" - we had brought the necessary ingredients last night - trust Cranfield MBA's to plan perfectly! Since I will get added publicity by this posting, let me share that John, Richard and Karen were licking their fingers and had two rounds of omelettes. Of course, one's wife is one's biggest critic and wouldn't support my culinary skills at all. So Divya acted as the balancing force by refraining from appreciating my skills in kitchen. Poor me!
Quick plans were made for the day with Richard "The eternal walker" and John chalking out a long walk in the greens.
It was a good long walk up the mountain and a fabulous view or the sea around.
After a couple of hours, we were back to the starting point and then decided to walk on the sands with low tide having taken away the waters away into the sea. The beach is great for kite flying and sand yachting, and more civilised activities like sandcastle building, paddling and swimming.

In the evening hours after watching tennis again, we were out to the local pubs. One of the pubs was hosting a live show by a singing band and hit the dance floor.
Only when our feet refused to support us any further did we budge and came back to the comfortable confines of the caravan.